#hey do you think maybe bill was one of the few companions they didnt turn into a weapon?

[missyslittlepet]

*Finally got around to writing a part two. Since it takes place over the space of 10 years there's going to be a lot of time jumps (*****) so the layout might not be great 😂 I don't think it will end up as long as the first one but I'm probably going to write a part 3 to make up for it 😄 enjoy! (Gifs not mine)* "You're still hurting me." You were becoming increasingly more impatient as the elevator descended. To your surprise they loosened their grip on your arm and you finally felt the blood flow returning to normal. You dared not look at them again. Something about them were scarier that anything you had faced before. Maybe it was your fear of hospitals and all things medical that gave you the spooks when you looked at them. They did look awfully sterile and had what appeared to be drips attached to their arms. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the thought of needles and closed your eyes, trying your hardest not to throw up. Sooner than expected the doors opened and you were walked out of the elevator. You craned your neck to see if Bill was on the same floor as you. Sure enough your eyes caught sight of the still burning embers of her skin that surrounded the wound. You didn't have to look at it long before the metal cart with her on was wheeled away. You began to panic remembering the doctors words. "Keep an eye on Bill and wait for us." You managed to escape the loosened grip on your arm and ran after her. "Where are you taking her?" You asked the creatures. They moved forward slowly, your existence completely invisible to them. "Hey!" You shove one of them hard. Still nothing. "I'm talking to you!" You were about to strike again until a hand grasped your wrist mid motion. This hand was unlike the cloth creatures'. The touch was gentle but firm. Your eyes closed and you prayed that the grip belonged to Missy. "You don't want to be doing that my dear... they are strong, will break you like toothpick." A man spoke. And just like that the hope was crushed. You opened your eyes and turned to face the man who still had a hold of your wrist. He was a rather odd looking man. His appearance looked out of place against the sterile hospital ward as if he wasn't mean to be there at all. His long hair and beard stuck out at every angle, only being held in place by his oversized knitted hat. His clothing was old and tattered, matching his hat. How long had he been here for? You wondered. There was something off about him. You thought hard to pinpoint what it was but the only thing that came to your mind didnt make much sense to even you. He just didn't quite seem real. You didn't know how to explain it. There was also something very familiar about him. Something about the gleam in his eyes told you you had met him before. You brushed it off quickly, there was no way you could have met him before. He smiled and the gleam grew brighter. He let go of your wrist and took a step backwards. "My name is Mr Razor. What a pleasure it is to be meeting you." He bowed, took your hand and placed a kiss to your knuckles. "...Hi...erm... yes, I'm (f/n). You wouldn't mind telling me where I am, would you?" You looked down at him. He remained in his bow, your hand still between caught between his hand and his mouth. He looked back up at you and smiled again. "You are on the ground floor. It is very good, no?" You couldn't shake the feeling of unease. If traveling with Missy had taught you anything it was that you should always listen to your gut instincts. Regardless, he looked human enough and it gave you some comfort knowing you weren't just surrounded by those creatures. "Yeah, great." You smiled politely. "What are they?" You asked looking over his shoulder. "The future." He stated. "Nice and strong-" "Razor!" A woman's voice boomed from across the room, cutting him off and making you jump. "What are you doing?!" "Welcoming our new guest. All the way from surface layer, journey is very long..." He muttered straightening back up and turning to look at the lady. She eyed you suspiciously. "(F/n), she will work for me. Until her friend is much better, much more alive." He grabbed your wrist again and lead you away not wanting to wait for a response to his statement. He brought you to a large dusty door and swung it open. The air was stale and hot. Piles of junk were situated around the room along with a tv and a sofa. "Come come, much to see." He smiled pulling you further in. He walked you to the sofa and sat you down before offering you tea. "No, thank you. I had some earlier." You smiled, folding your arms in your lap. You watched as he walked towards what looked like a kitchen area and turned his back to you. "How long until I can see Bill? I need to know if she's okay." "Your friend will take time to heal. Big hole in err" He gestured wildly to his abdomen. "stomach is not easy to fix but not impossible either." He muttered over the sound of teacups being rearranged. "You come all the way here and I have tidied very little. I get visitors never, I had no time to prepare, excuse the mess." "I don't mind, just makes it very" You thought for a second eyes darting to what looked like a dead mouse in the corner. "...cosy..." "Ah, cosy is good, yes?" He sounded hopeful as he turned to face you again. "Yeah, it's great." You lied trying to imagine living here for god knows how long. ****************** "Bill?!" You shouted as Razor walked her through the door. You hadn't been able to see her. They had kept you confined to the small living quarters where you and Razor lived. You were somewhat glad, thanks to your fear of hospitals, but you still felt bad not being with Bill. True, the two of you had never exactly been the best of friends but you had your moments together. Not knowing and ignoring the Doctor's orders didn't sit well with you, even if you weren't his companion. "Hey, how long have we been down here?" She asked. You thought for a minute and then sighed. "A few months." "Months?!" Her eyes widened in horror. "Yeah... You gave us all quite the scare." "Where's the Doctor?" She braced herself for the answer. You just shrugged and shook your head. "I don't know." Mr Razor smiled and walked further into the room and switched on the tv. "We can find out if you'd like?" He flicked through channels before stopping on one. A still image of The Doctor, Nardole, Missy and the blue man formed on the screen. "When on earth was this taken?" You asked throwing yourself down on the sofa. You hadn't seen Missy in so long and it was starting to get to you. She looked exactly the same as when you left. "Taken? No not taken, it's live." Razor corrected you watching the screen intently. "Live?" Asked Bill also taking a seat. "Sorry to tell you but I think your stream is broken." "No, not broken. Perfect quality." He grinned. You and Bill glance at each other. "Definetly broken Razor... They aren't moving." You raised you eyebrow. "Bottom of ship, it moves err quicker than top. A minute there a month here kind of thing, you see? They move slowly, very slowly." "Oh, okay?" Bill said suddenly more alert. So that was how the three of you spent your time. Eyes glued to the almost still image on the beat up television set. ****************** The master had become impatient with your unwillingness to talk about the woman on the screen. It was clear that whoever she was, you wanted to keep her identity unknown. When ever he brought it up with you you would just shrug it off and change the conversation. Bill never spoke about her either, only about The Doctor and the things they had done together. He had his suspicions of course, on who the woman was, but he wanted to be sure. He had plotted ways in which to get the information from you and had finally settled on the old fashioned human way. Alcohol. Finding it wasn't hard. He had some strong stuff hidden away at the back of his TARDIS that he knew would come in handy. "I have big surprise, come come." Razor grinned holding up three glasses and two large bottles of green liquid. "So, the woman on the screen... She is your sister?" He asked refilling his own glass. "Heavens no!" You laughed taking another sip of your drink. "Not my sister." You could feel the warmth from the alcohol filling your body. How long had it been since you had truly gotten drunk? "She used to have bottles of this stuff in her ship." You smiled reminiscing about the times the pair of you would drink and blow things up together. "But she means a lot to you, yes? You spent two years of your life watching her look shocked." The Master pushed. "I think she loves her." Bill chimed in with a laugh from across the room. You could tell by the way she swayed from side to side that she was already drunk. "I do not!" You hissed trying to focus on her. "Even if I did, you've heard the way she talks to me. I'm just a pet, if anything." "True true... but that doesn't make your feelings any less important. I've seen the way you look at her (f/n), like she's the most amazing thing in the universe." "Becuase she is." You hiccuped downing the rest of your glass. "Who knows. Maybe she feels the same about you... She's so protective and never goes five minutes with some kind of flirty oneliner. Look, I know we never really saw eye to eye when it came to Missy but I know love when I see it and that's about the closest thing I can imagine she's capable of." Bill let out a sigh and crashed on the sofa. "Maybe you should tell her." "Tell Missy?!" You laughed. "What and have my brains blown out by a laser, or worse, be dropped back off at home? No thank you." "Missy? That is her name?" The Master asks. "Short for mistress." You snorted and tried to hide the blush covering your cheeks. Bill practically choked on air as she tried to silence her giggles. "...Mistress?" "Yeah... She isn't actually my mistress; although I wouldn't mind if she was." You laughed again slapping a hand over your mouth. "I can't believe I just said that. "Who is she to you?" He questioned further. "She's my... I don't know... she's my time lady? My glorified tour guide?" "Your crush?" Bill smirked. "As of now...My closest friend." You corrected her "Who I do love with every fibre of my being but don't tell her that if she ever comes down here." The master grinned, finally knowing all he needed to know. Missy was his future and now he had a (f/n) shaped bargaining chip for when the time came. "Don't worry my dear... your secret," He pounded his chest with his fist. "It is safe with me." ****************** They were planning on sneaking into the operating room. You had told them it wasn't a good idea but they wouldn't listen. Bill was preparing in another room to go full on mission impossible while you were stood looking out onto the city below. "You're sure you won't join us?" Razor asked. "Yeah, I hate those things. Don't want any part of it." You replied keeping your back to him. You closed your eyes. For ten years you had watched this fume filled city fall to ruins beneath you. More and more of those things walked the streets; the brilliant white of their clothes a stark contrast to the thick black smog floating through the air. You pitied the people you saw hoping that when the Doctor finally did arrive he could fix it all. "Shame..." You heard Razor laugh before you felt a hard object collide with your head. Your eyes opened briefly as you fell to the floor from the impact only to see his grin hovering above you. "Such a shame..." He muttered as everything went black. ****************** "Where's (f/n)?" Bill asked poking her head into the room. "She still not coming?" "No, not coming." Razor replied "She went out for a walk. Said she needed some fresh air." "Fresh?" Bill laughed looking through the window behind Razor. "As fresh as it can be. Come come!" He smiled standing up and walking out of the room with Bill. ****************** Missy sat at the control panel trying to ignore the strange little man lurking behind her. "Hello ordinary person." She was aware of how bored she sounded. "Please maintain a minimum separation of at least three feet." It had been a while since she had used her 'M.I.S.S.Y' voice. She still couldn't get over the look on The Doctor's face when she kissed him. The man walked closer and sat down behind her. She rolled her eyes and continued searching through the ships data bases. "I'm REALLY trying not to kill anyone today so it would be tremendously helpful if your major arteries were..." Something on the screen caught her eye. "...out of reach." The man's laughter and clapping caught Missy off guard. Last time she had checked threats of death were not meant to be funny. Had all that time in the vault made her lose her touch? "I have so been looking forward to meeting you." "...Right, well... I'm very happy for you." She shook off his comment and returned to reading. "I was watching you on the screen. It took me a while to work out who you were." "This ship is from Mondas?" Missy frowned blocking the man out. "Of course once I loosened (f/n)'s lips I knew all I needed to." Missy pounced up at the sound of your name. "What did you just say?!" Missy demanded. The man just grinned and pulled out a gun aiming it at her. "Would it help you concentrate if I removed some of your vital organs and made a lovely soup?" She threatened taking a step forward. "What have you don't to (f/n)?!" "You would never be so self destructive but then again neither would I." He threw the gun aside and watched Missy with wide eyes and a smile. "Where is she?" Missy frowned. "If you've harmed a single cell of her I swear to all things Gallifrey I will make you suffer." ****************** Your head hurt more than ever and you were pretty sure it was bleeding. You opened your eyes and saw nothing but black. Where the hell were you? Memories of Razor hitting you over the head came flooding back and you began to panic. Where was Bill? What would the Doctor do to you if he found out you let her get hurt? You shook your head (quickly regretting it when the pounding in it grew worse). You had to prioritise and think your way out of it. Missy always told you there was no use is getting hysterical. You took a deep breath and felt around. You were in a confined space it seemed like. You listened and heard a thick scottish accent making it's way closer to you. You knew that accent anywhere and you felt your heart practically burst at it's seams. "Missy?! Missy?!" You called. "You locked her in a storage compartment?" Missy sounded extremely disappointed as the tapping of her heels grew louder. As soon as your eyes adjusted to the light and you saw her actual face for the first time in ten years you couldn't help but smile. Then it dawned on you. "TEN YEARS MISSY! YOU LEFT ME FOR TEN YEARS!" "Oh don't get so dramatic. It was only half an hour." She tried to keep her face bordering on annoyance but even you could see the relief hidden in it. Without thinking you pulled her into a hug burrowing your face the crook of her neck. To your surprise she hugs you back digging her nails gently into the fabric of your clothing. She was scared that if she let go you would be taken from her again. "I've missed you so much." You whispered. Missy let out a small laugh as if brushing off your comment but she held you tighter nevertheless. When you finally let go of each other you noticed a man standing beside her looking disgusted by the display of affection. "Hello my dear." He spoke with Razor's voice, the grin you had gotten so used to reappearing on his face. You looked between the two in confusion. "(F/n), this is past me. Past me, this is (f/n)." Missy raised her eyebrows while she spoke. "Oh I know her very well." The man smiles. "Sorry about the head love," he was usomg what you presumed was his real voice. "had to get you out of the way. You know, since old Doc had you playing guard dog for him." "...How? What?" You struggled to string a sentence together. Missy let's out a sigh and pats your arm nodding her head. "You might want to sit down somewhere." Missy inhaled sharply. "This might take quite a bit of explaining..."

#missy x reader #missy imagine #the master x reader #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #part 3 anyone?